After a few days, the letters stopped. The occasional telephone call stopped. The speaking stopped.
What have I done?
That statement didn’t contain an ounce of guilt. It was sodden down with confusion, dripping with denial.
She hadn’t done anything. Sure they had broken up. That may’ve not even been possible, given that her ex was also her older brother. But that’s how it felt at the time. That same night…
“Susan, lunch with you would be wonderful, will you go with me?”
Peter had placed a small kiss on her lips.
Wait a moment, she wanted to scream, didn’t you just end what we had?!
She had said nothing, settling herself into his kiss, and the role of his whore.
She’d rather let herself be used by him than be forgotten, that was for sure. She’d rather let him run his hands over her than feel nothing. It was so unreal, the realization that he was actively using her. And she knew it.
The day she found out who Megan was she collapsed on the floor in sobs. Sure, she had expected it, sure she kept telling herself she was a placeholder. Once he found someone better, he’d drop her. Still…repetition didn’t make it hurt any less.